In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.

I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.